Painting

Back arched shamelessly

Eyes cast to the wall

 

Folded arms beneath her chest

One foot knocking against the other

 

The camera clicks into place

View focusing

 

You can see the little strands of hair

Falling behind her ear

 

There’s a flash

 

Her image frozen in surprise

 

And she scurries away,

Face turned from the eyes

 

Because she never would think

That she

 

So scarce and small

Could ever be wanted

 

Carved into one place

Forever

 

She never thinks of herself

 

Like the painting hanging above her